[ the metal hand pushing into his hair earns an instant press into it, encouraging, willing. there's a sense of familiarity with how he positions himself into it, like he's used to a hand made of metal finding its way into a similar position. he enjoys the kiss, thoroughly, the little swipe of tongue earning a chuckle just before pinocchio speaks again. ]
If you're offering, then I'm all yours...
[ he says this with the barest feverish smile, but it's earnest, up to his eyes. it's just cloudy with desire and want, and half of him is maybe just the barest 1% of shameful. he really would prefer to greet the people he'd met here not doped up on aphrodisiac, but it's okay. it's fine.
if anything, it makes him all the more eager to show them how much he's grateful to get to see them again. he remembers nothing of being stone beyond the sensation of freezing and being utterly exhausted. even now it bleeds into his bones, but he surges forward anyways to let his own hand slide down pinocchio's hip, slinking into the material of his beachwear to return the favor, to touch him with callused, worked fingertips in turn. the swimwear wasn't deceptive at all, and he cradles him in his own hand, biting his lower lip as he gives him a similar stroke - and then again, tightening his grip hungrily. ]
Well if you're trying to convince me... then lemme convince you too... s'not just flattery.
[ the softest huff as he kisses the corner of his mouth once, twice, a third time to be firm and insistent. the stupid rabbit's soul in him kicks frantically, his heart hammering in similar manner as a heat surges through him again and he presses tighter, nudging them towards whatever constitutes as a lounge or a bed, full of pillows with the soft breeze filtering through. if he gives a little tug to his cock in that general direction, well. maybe he's feeling a little more aggressive. ]
I want to touch you more... all over. I wanna feel you... please...
[ there's a desperate note in his voice, one that's seeking out clarity, but one that will see this reunion through to completion. because does want him, wants to hear about everything he's been through, wants to curl around him and press his mouth to every part of him. ]
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If you're offering, then I'm all yours...
[ he says this with the barest feverish smile, but it's earnest, up to his eyes. it's just cloudy with desire and want, and half of him is maybe just the barest 1% of shameful. he really would prefer to greet the people he'd met here not doped up on aphrodisiac, but it's okay. it's fine.
if anything, it makes him all the more eager to show them how much he's grateful to get to see them again. he remembers nothing of being stone beyond the sensation of freezing and being utterly exhausted. even now it bleeds into his bones, but he surges forward anyways to let his own hand slide down pinocchio's hip, slinking into the material of his beachwear to return the favor, to touch him with callused, worked fingertips in turn. the swimwear wasn't deceptive at all, and he cradles him in his own hand, biting his lower lip as he gives him a similar stroke - and then again, tightening his grip hungrily. ]
Well if you're trying to convince me... then lemme convince you too... s'not just flattery.
[ the softest huff as he kisses the corner of his mouth once, twice, a third time to be firm and insistent. the stupid rabbit's soul in him kicks frantically, his heart hammering in similar manner as a heat surges through him again and he presses tighter, nudging them towards whatever constitutes as a lounge or a bed, full of pillows with the soft breeze filtering through. if he gives a little tug to his cock in that general direction, well. maybe he's feeling a little more aggressive. ]
I want to touch you more... all over. I wanna feel you... please...
[ there's a desperate note in his voice, one that's seeking out clarity, but one that will see this reunion through to completion. because does want him, wants to hear about everything he's been through, wants to curl around him and press his mouth to every part of him. ]